Chapter 193: Being Fed with Dog Food

"I really don't like that woman…" Wynter blurted out of the blue as soon as she entered the car. Her voice dripped with disgust as she eyed the gradually growing smaller mansion on the side mirror. 

They soon exited the gates and drove down the concrete road. Keith, who was skimming through the documents on his tablet, heard her complain and looked.

"Are you in a bad mood again?" He asked with a hint of concern.

Wynter's face scrunched even more and began her protest.

"Who wouldn't? I always have to see her face every day. It's fine if I could just meet her during dinner but I really hate it when we cross paths during the day. She's so difficult to get along with."